Society fears that young people don’t want to be literary godfathers

all: Um...Sorry, my previous drawings were extremely sloppy, which made me laugh.

Qingcarbon: No offense intended!I just think that for an interesting comic like One Punch Man, perhaps by changing the style of painting, a completely different work can be produced that is as good as Mr. All's version - so I really want to use Mr. All's original comic as a blueprint to create a work. Second creation!

all: Is it a second creation? It doesn’t matter. To be honest, if it’s just a second creation, Teacher Qingtan doesn’t even need to notify me, he just needs to draw it himself.

Qing Carbon:..........that, Teacher All?

all: What's wrong?

Qingcarbon: .....If I say that I would like to ask you to provide guidance on the second creation as the original author, would you accept it?

all:?It doesn’t matter, if it’s a second creation like redrawing the original work, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to let me share my opinions——

Qingcarbon: No...all teacher.

Qing Tan: I would like to ask you to take your name and provide guidance for the second creation of a fan comic... It is the Chinese version of One Punch Man.

all:......?

off screen.

Mochizuki's expression changed instantly after communicating with Qingtan through the Internet.

".......Eh?"

As if he didn't expect things to develop like this, the young man's expression was extremely abstract, and his fingers were trembling slightly due to excitement and nervousness——

all: Teacher Qingtan...are you saying you want a picture book?

Qing Tan: It’s like this... I want to turn all the plots of One Punch Man so far into the original version, and draw an inner version of One Punch... in order to restore the original work. Plot style, don't let the plot rush, I would like to ask you to guide my creation!

"...What is this all about?"

I have been secretly watching Mochizuki and Qingtan chatting online, tasting the Oden Takegami Kasumi, and her expression changed in an instant:

"Teacher Qingtan wants to become a book painter, and even comes to you to guide his creation...? Why do I have such a dream?"

"...I can't help it anymore, I can't relax."

Mochizuki waved his hand, feeling that his brain was a little confused:

"What direction is this going? I actually became the art director of this painter?"

"...so weird."

Xiao Chengzi looked at the mobile phone screen warily, the teacher Qingtan with the cute girl's avatar:

"There must be a reason for such an abnormality...Mochizuki-san, don't let him get in your way."

"Understood, Takegami-sensei."

At this moment, Mochizuki Genuinely felt that Qingtan’s private message was inexplicable and made people not want to comment.

However, the next moment, something unexpected happened.

As if to win over people's hearts, or to show off his strength, Mochizuki clearly saw that a pixiv artist signed by Qing Tan had sent him a book with a punch.

This is the end.

The young man's steely mind was challenged like never before.

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55. The young man who devoted his life to the cause of the inner world 1/2

There is no doubt that as the living heroic soul of Reiwa Shewatama, Mochizuki Ri is a well-deserved iron-blooded man and a model high school student. His will is indestructible and his determination is unrivaled——

However, no matter how tough a man is, he will always have his own weaknesses.

When he saw the notebook sent to him by Teacher Qingtan in the chat page in his hand, Mochizuki's expression also factored for a moment.

Good guy...how could someone suddenly send me a note while we were chatting?This is too abstract!

Teacher Qingtan, you are really despicable now.

While fiercely scolding the fan authors who adopted despicable tactics in his heart, Mochizuki's mentality experienced some subtle changes.

Although his heart is deplorable, since Qing Tan is so sincere in sending out his masterpieces for his appreciation, at least his intentions are in place——

So...is it a bit too much to reject it without even looking at it?

A boy will be a boy, no matter how tough he is, he will never erase his compassion.

It is precisely because the bottom line is changing flexibly that Mochizuki's eyes become cloudy, and his expression seems to contain some vaguely complicated smile——

Looking at this look on his face, Takegami Kasumi was afraid that his student would turn into an elder of the Soul Palace and smile that weirdly.

"......"

Seeing his student showing such an expression, the puppy-eyed president couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Mochizuki-kun...what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Realizing that Teacher Takegami was still sitting next to him, Mochizuki just cleared his throat, and then skillfully closed the chat page on his mobile phone, determined to return home later and savor the mystery:

"I was just thinking about one thing... Teacher Qingtan is sincere. Even if his intentions are unclear, if he is sincere, win-win cooperation is not impossible -"

"......?"

Hearing that Mochizuki Ri changed his tone and attitude in the blink of an eye, Takegami Kasumi was also a little dumbfounded:

"Don't you find it troublesome? Cooperate with the comic book author and draw a subtitled version of your own work."

"Why bother? Dedicating yourself to art is a great cause. Am I the one who hinders the development of art just for rest? What's more, it's just in name and not profitable, so let it go."

He speaks righteously and has the air of a decent male protagonist.

However, such blunt words really escaped the eyes of the little teacher with dog eyes.

"My expression and attitude changed quickly enough - Mochizuki-san, did Mr. Qingtan send you something strange?"

"It's nothing."

Mochizuki's expression remained the same as before, and his words were full of righteousness:

"It's just some polite words. If nothing happens, I will meet him tonight. If we are still sincere, we can discuss cooperation again."

"...Are you hiding something again?"

After all, he had been in contact with Mochizuki for some time, and Kasumi Takegami was not brushed off casually:

"Open your phone and show me what Teacher Qingtan sent."

"Teacher's words are really hurtful - don't you believe in your disciple's loyalty? When has your disciple ever lied to you?"

"It's true that I didn't lie to you, but I still want to see it."

Although he is quite gentle in his dealings with others, and his words and deeds are quite like the girl next door, it is obvious that as a well-known painter on pixiv, Takegami Kasumi is still quite dignified when faced with the prevarications of his students:

"Please show me what Teacher Qingtan sent, right now."

"Why is Takegami-sensei so tough? Don't forget that this disciple specially invited you to eat ramen. Could it be that even this kind of bond can't earn your trust?"

"Okay then - Mochizuki-san, do you really think of me as your teacher?"

"real."

"Are we partners?"

"......Yes."

"Then click on the chat history and show me Teacher Qingtan's message."

The expression of the little president with dog eyes has not changed, and his face is still as gentle as ever.

But at this moment, the young man seemed to feel an inexplicable sense of oppression from his elders.

"........"

Like the steely boy, the bottom line began to move flexibly again.

Obediently handing over his phone, and watching the little teacher slide the screen of his phone with an expression of sudden realization, the young man felt a secret feeling of joy in his heart, which was shattered easily.

"Pfft... I thought it was something. It turns out that Teacher Qingtan handed out a notebook."

After all, he is a pixiv artist. He has been on the Internet all year round. Kasumi Takegami, who has witnessed countless storms, couldn't help but chuckle:

"What is there to hide secretly... We are all over fifty and thirty, why are we so innocent?"

"....No, I just think reading a book with the teacher is quite abstract."

"Is it very abstract?"

Hearing Mochizuki's words, the little president Gouyan also raised his chin slightly, his eyebrows turning slightly:

"I think it's pretty normal."

"I don't feel normal."

"Then Mochizuki-san, let me ask you: Do you and Tsugawa Yuu often hang out together, chat about anime, read books, and even discuss which cute underground idol you should date recently? If you can do it with him, then you can't do it with me? ?”

"....Teacher Takegami secretly spying on me?"

"You think of me as a perverted stalker...I just made a simple guess based on my daily communication with you - this can be regarded as one of the skills of future cartoonists."

"I didn't expect that I would be so easy to understand... I always feel very shocked."

Frightened by Takegami Kasumi's observation skills, Mochizuki helplessly slumped on the seat, silently watching the dog-eyed president click on the notebook sent to him by Mr. Qingtan, trying to stop it, but was powerless.

"...If you don't mind, let's watch it together?"

The little teacher, who gradually got to know Mochizuki, and whose personality seemed to be getting worse, gently handed the phone to Mochizuki, with a smile as bright as a flower.

"Can I say no?"

"that's not allowed."

"......"

Being manipulated by his teacher, Mochizuki had no choice but to take the phone and dive into this sea of ​​art that was difficult to pass scrutiny with Xiao Chengzi.

.........

Although he didn't want to admit it, Mochizuki had to admit that the painter signed by Qingtan seemed to have quite solid writing skills——

The perfect proportions of the human body, the rhythmic narrative, the powerful storyboards and the meticulous yet exaggerated paintings constitute this juicy visual feast.

When he saw the familiar Tatsumaki being fucked by Saitama with a bald head and a big doo, the elementary school boy Mochizuki couldn't help but cover his eyes, fearing that he would see the slightest bit of meat - but unfortunately his forked fingertips were still exposed. Knowing his truest desire as a son of Reiwa, Mr. Takegami couldn't help but transform into Kobe and touched the boy's shoulder with his elbow:

"Okay, okay... don't pretend to be a white lotus. Have you seen this scene rarely? Why don't I believe it?"

"I really don't see much of it."

Mochizuki talked nonsense seriously:

"I am a Muslim and I have never seen this scene since I was a child."

"?"

After rolling her eyes at her student, Takegami Kasumi finally turned her attention to the manga that had been turned to the end——

Feeling that this wonderful art has come to an end, Little Chengzi also stretched at this moment, with a clear expression:

"Huh... I've finished reading it - Mochizuki-kun, would you like to share your opinion?"

"I didn't read it. I'm a Muslim."

"Really? Well, I will report to my aunt tomorrow that you secretly scolded her tonight -"

"Cough cough!"

After hearing that the small mouth of the dog-eyed little president could say such cold words, Mochizuki, who was still counting on Teacher Sakuraba to turn a blind eye to him, immediately changed from a Muslim to a Ryukyu native:

"Only this, please don't tell Sakuraba-sensei."

"......so?"

Takegami Kasumi raised her eyebrows, feeling like a little devil.

"...Okay, I have indeed carefully read Teacher Tan's works."

Spreading his hands helplessly, Mochizuki leaned on his chair and spoke in the same voice: